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 Jaime was getting things ready in the little room of South Base that he had picked out for himself. Not the biggest room, maybe slightly larger than a closet. He did have his own bedroom back in El Paso, even if he was still finding leftovers from when Milargo lived in it for a year.

He was just moving in the bed, piecing together the wooden frame with an electric cordless drill he borrowed from Gear. After he got it set up, he surveyed the room. 

"TV, old PlayStation for some late night Forza, bed, couple sets of clothes just in case-" At which point a twittering went off in his head.

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"Hey, I don't know everything about you, I just want to get my bases covered!" 

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Jaime shrugs it off and begins to head to the door to grab his mattress from the hallway.

Date: 2010-03-02 06:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notbluebeetle.livejournal.com
"Hm... I'd say... the cookie part is like if they made a long choco cookie. Like if it was a bar instead of a disc. And then instead of the normal cream filling, they use ice cream. Very good on a hot day."

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Jaime ignored the bug. He knew that soon he would have the delicious taste of ice cream sandwiches in his mouth.

As he reached the freezer, he began to speed up. He grabbed for the door, pulled it open and...

Nothing. Nothing but a note inside.

Hey,

Ate the ice cream sandwiches already. Cookies and cream was a good choice. Thank Virgil for me.

The Sandwich Bandit


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“SCARAB! NO!” Jaime yells at the bug as the feeling of fire escaping his pores begins, and the armor surrounds him. However, it sucks back into him halfway, leaving him dazed. “Hehe... apparently being angry about missing sandwiches was enough to set it off...”

Date: 2010-03-02 06:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] misschocolover.livejournal.com
Megan pulled a sad face at the sight of the note - she'd been excited for that - but she started a little when Jaime's armour began trying to flood over his skin, putting a hand on his shoulder.

"It's okay, Scarab." - yes she's trying to talk to the armour - "We can just get more ice cream sandwiches from a store, right? You don't have to get upset."

Date: 2010-03-02 07:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notbluebeetle.livejournal.com
"Yeah, listen to M'gann, Scarab!" Jaime looks into the freezer. He sees something blue sticking behind the ice maker. "Hold on..." He reaches his arm in and pulls out a hidden ice cream sandwich.

"Hey look, it must of fallen out of the box. Well, M'gann, I official give to you your first Cookies and Cream flavor Ice Cream sandwich!" And acting like it was some great treasure, he bows and hands the wrapped sandwich to M'gann, using both hands above his head like a platter for the sandwich.

Date: 2010-03-02 07:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] misschocolover.livejournal.com
She carefully took the little blue package with a huge smile, unwrapping it and taking a deep breath it - although it mostly just smelled like ice and sugar...

"I don't want to take ALL of it though, you should have some too." Carefully extracting the sandwich from it's packaging she broke it in half down the middle and held half out to Jaime.

"Here, you have this part."

Date: 2010-03-02 07:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notbluebeetle.livejournal.com
Jaime takes it with a grin. "Oh, why thank you. Mm... DO YOU HEAR US, SANDWICH BANDIT? WE BEAT YOU!"



Jaime takes a bite and starts laughing. This team is going to be promising, Jaime thinks to himself for the thousandth time today.

Date: 2010-03-02 07:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] misschocolover.livejournal.com
"Yeah! We win sandwich bandit!" Megan cheers too around a mouth full of ice cream, taking another too-big bite.

"Mmm, these are great! We should get more before dinner so we can have them for desert!"

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